And for the first time, the damage wasn’t going to be covered up.
Valeria tried to approach Mateo, but I stepped in front of her.
“Not one more step.”
She held my gaze as if she still believed she could bend reality with her voice.
“You’ll regret this.”
“Not as much as you.”
Minutes later, two officers arrived with an on-call doctor. The house no longer resembled a mansion. It looked like a crime scene hidden behind expensive vases.
The doctor examined Mateo in a private room, with Claudia by her side and me outside the door. From the hallway, I could hear the doctor’s murmur, the rustle of gloves, the boy’s muffled cries.
Every sound pierced my memory.
One of the officers took my statement. I told him everything. What I saw that afternoon. What he told me. What I observed for months.
Claudia spoke too. She said she had wanted to report it earlier, but she had no proof and was afraid they would fire her before she could get the boy out of there. I didn’t judge her.
